Permanent Memories

They say time flies when you’re having fun. What does time do when you’re not having fun? Drags, I assume. As I was sitting on my couch flipping through the channels to numb my mind for a while, I stumbled upon a rebroadcast of VH1’s Storytellers featuring Taylor Swift. Soon to be 48 years old, I don’t think I would be considered in the demographic of your typical “Swiftie,” which is what Taylor’s fans call themselves.

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I am a child of the 80s … you know, Def Leppard, Quiet Riot, and Bon Jovi. How am I going to be entertained by a girl young enough to be my daughter? Talk about a generation gap. Nonetheless, I have become a fan of Ms. Swift. I like the fact that you never see her in the news for doing something stupid or in poor taste. She always seems to be having fun on stage and she seems to be very good with her fans, which is more and more rare these days.

Meet and Greet Freak Out

Speaking of fans, my daughter used to be a HUGE fan of a band called Allstar Weekend, which garnered much attention thanks to the Disney Channel. The band consisted of four “hot” boys according to my daughter. Well, naturally, when this band paid a visit to the Children’s Museum in our hometown, we had to go. The band put on a decent show, not that I could tell with all the screaming girls around me. As the show progressed, my daughter asked if we could get a head start to jump into the meet and greet line, whatever that was.

After waiting for 20 minutes or more, we started to make our way toward the front of the line. My daughter was so happy, the boys were in sight! I joked with her that when we got to the front of the line, I was going to pull my shirt up and have each member of the group sign my stomach. She was appalled. She begged me not to embarrass her. I wouldn’t do that to my daughter, would I?

Signatures of the band Allstar Weekend that embarrassed my daughter.

Signatures of the band Allstar Weekend that embarrassed my daughter.

We made it to the table where the group sat. My daughter had a poster that she was having the band sign. I told one of the band members, Cameron Quiseng, about what I had told my daughter in line about embarrassing her. He was all for it! He insisted we do it. He and two other band members signed my over-sized gut, much to the chagrin of my daughter, who just about crawled out of the museum. But, you know what? We still laugh about that to this day. Since that fateful day, Allstar Weekend is no more.

Moving On

My daughter has since moved through her Justin Bieber stage, now moving on to post-Jonas-Brothers Nick Jonas and One Direction. She is a HUGE Directioner, which is what the One Direction fans call themselves.

She has seen One Direction so many times that I have lost count. Thankfully, I have not seen them as of yet, but that will change this summer. Once again, I will be venturing into a venue with a bunch of screaming girls. Fortunately, One Direction is too big, thus no meet and greet and no trying to one-up the embarrassment for my daughter. We will also be going to see Nick Jonas this summer as well. I hope she appreciates these concerts. She will be going off to college soon, thus these type of moments will soon be faded memories.

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There is one other act that will be coming through town this fall that I would love to see … Taylor Swift. I like Taylor’s honesty and her ability to put her heart on her sleeve in her music, which is something I like to do in my writing. She seems to have a great head on her shoulders and much deserving of all her success.

Maybe she would give me an autograph … get the Sharpie!

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